Classic Poem

The house was still, our lamp burned bright,
We two and none else nigh.
The lamp alone might know our troth
And night's sweet mystery.

He vowed to love me true: I vowed
Never to part again,
Thou, sacred Night, and thou, dear Lamp,
Were for us witness twain.

But now he says our vows are dead,
Swept by the changing tide;
This eve will see my own false love
Sleep by another's side.